You remember how I was supposed to be getting more continuity of care? You remember how Dr Candour said that Dr Casual would be around and would make a special effort to scan me, do the retrieval etc.? Well, this morning we got in to an unusually quiet clinic at 0710, only for Dr Condescending (yes, she is back from maternity leave) to come up and let me know that Dr Casual would be away for this week and part of next week. Huh? How come he didn't mention that to us when I spoke to him on Friday? I don't want to be too negative about him, I do like my doctors to stay on their respective pedestals, so I'm thinking that perhaps it's a family emergency, although Dr Condescending's manner didn't really indicate that. She was wearing some extraordinary fuck-me red patent leather high heels. Now she always wears high heels - she says she's small and she does it to feel confident - but red patent leather? At 7am in an infertility clinic? And she doesn't half stomp in those shoes.
Anyway, she was very nice - in the way that she is nice although still remaining condescending - and asked if I was happy to get scanned by her instead. Which I was as actually she gives good scan, not to mention being a cracking egg retriever. And the alternative was Dr ICU. Nuff said. Oh the relief when she said - "I'll just show you what's going on - it's good news - before I measure the follicles." So it is good news. Two 10s and two 11s on the right, two 12s, two 10s and a 16 (where on earth did that come from??) on the left. Sounds like we will get fewer eggs than last time (we got 9, but only 5 fertilised) and I'm trying not to freak out too much about that, but just keep on hoping that we have 2 good ones to put back. I do want this cycle to give us at least the same chance of getting pregnant as we had last time.
The slightly less good news is that E2 is only 725 (203 American). Gaah. It's not accurate given the protocol, but it's an indication. It was only 247 on Sunday, so at least it's climbing, but still. Dr Condescending thinks it will be retrieval next Tuesday. Perhaps I'm just getting harder to stim as I get older? The docs aren't worried, and I'm not really worried, I'm just irritated. It would be so nice to be an IVF superstar and get 20 follicles, be able to do blastocyst transfer and have lovely frosties. But I guess that's like saying it would be nice to win the lottery and not have to do this job any more and be able to pay off the mortgage. Just.not.going.to.happen.
Two embryos please. Just two, lovely, symmetrical four cells with fragmentation below 5%. That's not too much to ask, right? That's just like asking for the bus to come along in the next few minutes rather than when you've been waiting for 20 minutes. Or that you look into the fridge and magically find that your husband went to the supermarket and remembered to buy blueberries. Not a miracle, and not a lot to ask. Just a little ask. Please?